I have to admit, Iâ€™m looking forward to the kids being on their Easter holidays. Yes there will be 7 kids to occupy. Yes my head will be done in come day three when the crappy Irish weather means weâ€™re trapped indoors rapidly running out of ideas as to how to occupy them all without needing to remortgage the house BUT the freedom from making lunches and sorting uniforms and having to be somewhere at a certain time, I just canâ€™t wait. Most of all I canâ€™t wait for the break from homework and the battle involved!
It can be like a warzone here some evenings. I have five lots of homework to contend with. Itâ€™s enough to break even most hardened Marine! The â€œfunâ€ starts when the kids get home from school and after their snack they get a â€œgentleâ€ encouraging call from me to take their places at the dining/kitchen/playroom table, depending on whose turn it is to sit where. Five minutes lapse and I realise no-one is where theyâ€™re supposed to be so another â€œslightly less gentleâ€ call to take their places is issued. Cue row number one. â€œI donâ€™t want to do it in that room/ sit beside him/herâ€. Finally I have them sitting down and homework started and within two minutes thereâ€™s another call â€œMam, I forgot my Irish bookâ€. I suggest numerous places in the bag it might be and eventually it turns up, on the table, having already been taken out.
Peace returns to the galaxy for all of five minutes when thereâ€™s another call, â€œhe hit meâ€, â€œsheâ€™s laughing at meâ€ or the best and most frequent â€œhe/she is annoying meâ€. The source of annoyance here can be something as trivial as breathing. My usual threat of no dessert after dinner quietens them all down again for a while. The two year old comes into the kitchen laughing â€œI funny, I funnyâ€ and I look up to see he has swiped his sisterâ€™s glasses and she hasnâ€™t even noticed that theyâ€™ve gone missing. Eventually comes the onerous task of checking the homework to discover half the stuff hasnâ€™t been done yet and thereâ€™s a note in someoneâ€™s journal for something that HAS to be in by tomorrow and the bloody shop I need to get it in is closed. Stress levels are high and the project hasnâ€™t even been started yetâ€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦